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Summary: Crossover with Harry Potter. Harry Potter and his friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were accidentally sucked into a portal and dumped into the bridge of Darth Vader's flagship.
Visions
VIP Quarters, Super Star Destroyer Executor
"So, what are we gonna do next?" Harry asked when they were left alone in their quarters.
"I don't know. Maybe we should just go with the flow and hope for the best," Ron shrugged helplessly.
"Ron Weasley!" Hermione gasped in mock-horror. "Did you just make a suggestion that made sense?!"
Ron scowled at her. "Just because I don't give my two Knuts in once in a while doesn't mean that I couldn't make sensible decisions!" Ron smirked. "How do you think I beat you in chess?" he finished smugly.
Harry rolled his eyes. There they go again... he thought in amusement. He then turned around and examined their assigned rooms.
The main area had comfortable furnishings: two overstuffed sofas, four squashy armchairs, one coffee table and numerous decorative lamps scattered around the room. The walls were also covered with several alien works of art. Though Harry didn't care much for art, he could still appreciate the beauty of several of the paintings. One of them depicted a forest scene with several creatures Harry had never seen before. Another showed the face of a little girl with black hair and bright green eyes wearing a dark green jumpsuit. (a/n: no, she's not Harry's evil twin or something...though that would've been funny...)
Then, Harry looked at the window, and felt his jaw drop. It was beautiful. The mass of swirling colors was dizzying, and -- in a strange way -- hypnotizing. "Guys..." he whispered. Then, noticing that they couldn't hear him, called them in a louder voice. When the two finally looked out at the window, Ron and Hermione suddenly couldn't speak as they stared at the swirling watery substance that was hyperspace.
"Wow..." whispered Hermione.
Ron recovered enough to respond to Hermione. "Very astute, Herm, very astute," he smirked.
"Oh, you...!" And the bickering started yet again.
Luke Skywalker opened his eyes. What is the significance of those three? he wondered as he stood up from his lotus position. The three teenagers have been occupying his visions for the past month.
The first time he had them, Luke saw the three of them overcome several obstacles, the obstacles being a large plant, flying sticks with twigs sticking out on one end, giant game pieces, some sort of concoctions and -- Luke shuddered -- a man with two faces. He also saw them brandishing sticks with light coming out of it after saying words in a different language.
In his second vision, he only saw the smaller of the two boys from his first vision. This time, he was talking to an unfamilliar boy that was older than him. Then the smaller boy was suddenly fighting off a reptilian creature with a jewel-encrusted sword with the older teenager saying things in a hissing language.
He saw a whole army of cloaked figures about 12 feet tall with scaly hands in his third vision. Luke observed as the black-haired boy tried to ward off the foul creatures with his stick, but to no avail. Just as the boy was almost eaten (at least, Luke thought he was going to be eaten), a large silvery animal plowed through from the forest and scattered the dark creatures.
The vision that disturbed Luke the most is his fourth one. Again, the black-haired boy was there, along with a man with a face reminicent of the reptile in his second vision. Both of them were brandishing their own sticks. Suddenly, after saying a word at the same time, a golden thread connected the two sticks and created a large dome over their heads. Luke could also hear the eerie song of a creature unknown to him. Then, afterwards, a smoky, grayish form of a person began crawling out of the ugly man's stick. A total of five people went out of the stick and the ghosts (Luke had no other word for it) looked as if they were talking urgently to the boy. The boy yelled something, broke the connection, and ran as if he was being chased by a rampaging bantha.
The strangest of all of his visions was the one he just had. Did they just arrive in -- of all places -- the Executor?! Luke thought bemusedly. Was the Force trying to tell me something?! And if so, why did the Force bring them to Father?
Luke pondered on this question all day. Leia certainly noticed it, and tried to pry it off him for a while before giving up.
Leia was worried about Luke. After pulling herself together when they got back to the rendezvous point with the rest of the fleet, she tried to find out what happened to her friend. Something happened during his duel with Vader, and she feared that more than his hand was lost during that encounter on Bespin. Now, only a shadow of himself was left, and the despair he felt was almost tangible.
Luke worried the Princess even more the past few weeks. He would go out of his quarters with a pensieve look on his face. Then he would just shrug her off when she tried to pry it off him. Luke made Leia so irritated that all she wanted to do is to strangle him into oblivion.
Anyway, Leia will find out. Nothing could ever stop her from knowing what was wrong with her friend, especially since it was only two months after Luke lost his hand, courtesy of Lord Vader.
If Sirius Black didn't respect Albus Dumbledore, he would have been strangling him right there and then. So Sirius sat on his twitching hands and waited for the explanations to come.
"Sirius, you have to understand, Harry is needed there. You know what's at stake if he couldn't show up there. I don't like the idea any more than you do, but please, try to understand that it's for the greater good!" Dumbledore said.
"I know, Albus!" Sirius raked a hand through his long, black mane. "I know what's at stake, but...Harry's too young for that responsibility!"
Albus Dumbledore sighed. "Sirius, the Portal decides if a person is ready enough for the choices he must make for the sake of the greater good. Magic could never exist if Balance cannot be achieved between Light and Dark. Light could never exist without Dark and Dark could not exist without Light.
"Now, if we can achieve that balance, then we would not lose our innate abilities and there will be no more wars between Light and Dark."
"I know, Albus, I know. I just wish that the Portal chose someone else for that task."
"Sirius, Harry isn't really the one who needs to achieve Balance, he is only instrumental in creating it. And besides," Albus grinned, "Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger were chosen too. I do think that nothing will ever separate those three; even the most powerful being in the entire cosmos would have a hard time taking them apart."
Sirius smiled faintly. "Those three are bound in body, mind and soul."
"Right you are, Sirius, right you are. By the way," -- Albus fished around his drawer and held out a bright colored foil to Sirius -- "care for a lemon drop?"
